This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 81. Resentment

Chapter 81: Chapter 81. Resentment

The stench of char burned my nostrils; every face bore a twisted expression of resentment.

Only now did Sakura Yuki understand what Beichuan Si had meant by his earlier remark, "Let them solve your problem."

This was a grudge that spanned a decade, a towering dense black malevolence, which even Beichuan Si couldn’t help but frown upon.

"Mr. Beichuan," a voice sounded from behind Beichuan Si.

When Beichuan Si turned his head to look, he saw Sakura Yuki behind him, her black dress half-stained with blood.

Her complexion was deathly pale, her originally unblemished eyes had turned a demonic red, and wisps of black air were emerging from her body.

In the end, Sakura Yuki had chosen this path.

Transfiguration into an evil spirit.

"I have kept the promise," Beichuan Si said.

He wasn’t at all surprised by the appearance of Sakura Yuki behind him.

Because it was Beichuan Si who had brought her from the library.

While escorting her over, Beichuan Si had mentioned the possibility of her becoming an evil spirit—if she stayed in the library, there wouldn’t be any issue.

But at the time, Sakura Yuki had chuckled heartily, her quiet and elegant demeanor shining through: "Then when the time comes, please take care of me, Mr. Beichuan."

Beichuan Si still remembered Sakura Yuki’s expression as she spoke, black tears trickling from the corner of her eyes.

She was clearly afraid, yet she wanted to be with her classmates in her final moments.

A spirit she might be, yet she retained the kind nature of her living days.

....

Sakura Yuki was also aware of the changes within herself.

Perhaps the biggest change was her mindset.

She felt omnipotent, a burst of rage she’d never experienced before whirling in her brain, barely resisting the urge to reach out and tear Beichuan Si in two.

Black saliva dripped from her lips; as Sakura Yuki gazed at Beichuan Si’s neck, she couldn’t help but extend her claws...

——

The icy gaze of Beichuan Si quickly brought Sakura Yuki back to her senses.

She hastily withdrew her hand, her voice, once clear and crisp, now distorted and hoarse:

"Mr. Beichuan... please, be quick when you do it... I’m afraid of pain."

"Go ahead," Beichuan Si said, staring at her, his expression indifferent.

Sakura Yuki nodded and, with a surge of red energy, threw her entire body into the black void swirling with faces.

Boom! — The low rumble and nauseating contortions revealed the silhouette of Sakura Yuki above the void of faces.

The dark fluid turned into Sakura Yuki’s black hair, the charred pained faces became ornaments on her hair, and her black dress faded into a blood-red gown; beneath its hem, something writhed and twisted.

As the only rational spirit, Sakura Yuki swiftly seized control.

The hatred intensified, the tangible resentment causing the eyes of Sakura Yuki, who was the closest, to bulge, her throat violently throbbing.

Ordinary people couldn’t even breathe under such resentment.

"This is the complete form of a medium-ranked malevolent spirit," Beichuan Si murmured, his eyes barely open, emotionless as he tried to remove Nishijou Kurenai—who was clutching his collar and trembling—from himself.

The entire Class 2B, fed by a decade’s worth of grudges, was already on the cusp of becoming medium-ranked malevolent spirits; with the addition of Sakura Yuki, they had finally crossed the threshold.

"Now to see if Sakura can cling to that sliver of lucidity in her mind."

Beichuan Si watched her actions intently, while reaching out to cover Nishijou Kurenai’s eyes.

"...Yuki..." Sakura Yuki was close to death.

Overwhelmed by such intense resentment, her life force was rapidly dissipating.

Sakura Yuki was about to speak when, in the next moment—

Her body, along with a school desk, was lifted into the air by the twisted and deformed hands of Sakura Yuki.

A wrenching sound that made one’s scalp tingle, accompanied by the noise of bones breaking and blood plasma exploding, composed the most tragic requiem.

Everyone knows how to wring out a towel, but no one knows what it would look like if a complete person was twisted using the same method.

But Beichuan Si had witnessed it.

Blood spurted into Sakura Yuki’s mouth like a fountain, and this clean and decisive method of death did not even allow Sakurazaka Yuuki to utter a single cry before dying.

Xucha High School was quiet.

Apart from the occasional crisp sound of twisting, it seemed just as usual.

At that moment, Beichuan Si drew the Spiritual Dagger Jian Ding, the reward for the mission.

Rather than resembling a dagger, Jian Ding was closer to a short dirk, with a handle so short it was frightening, and at a rough glance, about ten centimeters long.

Moreover, the blade bore thick, dark bloodstains that were impossible to remove, which made the otherwise shiny Jian Ding appear much dimmer.

System notification: You have found the ’Spiritual Dagger Jian Ding’.

Spiritual Dagger Jian Ding: This is an ill-omened dagger stained with blood. Its creator, so fond of it that they couldn’t bear to part with it, used it to pierce their own heart so that no one else could have it. Since then, it is rumored that whoever acquires Jian Ding sees the ghost wielding a crimson forging hammer. Countless collectors have gone mad upon obtaining it; may you not be the next.

System notification: Jian Ding will grow as you absorb Spiritual Bodies.

System notification: Jian Ding is a special exorcism item, imperceptible to ordinary people and undetectable by scientific means. Only by infusing it with special power can others become aware of Jian Ding’s existence.

The stench of blood rushed to one’s nostrils from the blade.

Beichuan Si turned his wrist, and Jian Ding, resting on its handle, danced through his fingers like a butterfly.

He turned to look back and saw Sakura Yuki, who had swollen in size and tossed aside the skin-covered corpse, now turning her blood-red eyes towards him.

Her cold and violent red skirt fluttered in the wind, and her claws continued to drip blood, drop by drop.

In the end, had Sakura Yuki still failed?

Jian Ding slipped into his hand, and Beichuan Si held his breath, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

This was his first time truly facing off against a fully manifested medium-grade vengeful spirit, and both emotionally and rationally, he had to exert his utmost effort.

After all, the gap between primary vengeful spirits and medium-grade vengeful spirits was fundamentally different.

Just when Beichuan Si was on full alert, he found Sakura Yuki’s body suddenly trembling violently.

"Mr. Beichuan...quick..."

Her hoarse voice came out, but soon, it was drowned out again, the clarity in her eyes lasting only an instant as a creepy, chilly tone emerged:

"Mr. Beichuan looks so special...I so want to tear you apart...I so want to—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her body paused again.

Actually, Beichuan Si had already lunged forward the moment before Sakura Yuki had begun to tremble and speak, twisting his wrist and piercing Jian Ding forcefully into her neck with the momentum of his charge.

As effortless as a hot knife through butter, Jian Ding’s sharpness was not at all diminished by its simple appearance.

The head soared into the air.

Beichuan Si’s voice also carried through:

"This is the only way I can do it, and it should not cause you pain."

The moment Sakura Yuki paused was an opportunity.

Beichuan Si was not like some novel protagonists who, despite having the chance to resolve everything, would still blabber on and show off before settling the matter.

That was strictly show-off plot necessity.

And from the beginning, Beichuan Si had always been the type to strike without a word if he could.

Moreover—

This was the request of Sakura Yuki.

But...

Beichuan Si pulled at the deathly aura with his fingertips and retracted Jian Ding, but when he looked back, the opponent’s head had actually flown back and reattached itself amid the nauseating sound of writhing.

It looked like...things were far from over.

Deathly aura began to flicker again in Beichuan Si’s eyes.